Running through the long green grass,
Brushing past flowers,
Releasing the sweet smell,
I feel the wind scrape through my hair,
As I race,
Race through the field before me,
Colourful birds cross my path,
They swoop in front of my face,
As I keep running a bee flies around me,
Its stripes exact and bold,
Running through the field before then I trip to the floor,
I lay and look around,
Watching everything around me,
The smells that are sweet – like honey,
The sounds – like singing birds,
The sights – like a perfect canvas,
The noise – as quiet as a mouse.